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Well, I had a whole list of things I wanted to do last night, not the least of which was get the administrative letters done for Sidekick. Unfortunately, the entire list got shunted to the side, because I ended up having to rush Max, my 12-year-old purebred Siamese, up to the emergency clinic in Manchester at 10:30 pm.
I thought he had a blockage, which can be life-threatening in a cat. Luckily, it turned out to just be a UTI, which is irritating, but not as deadly (especially since we caught it early). So, 2 hours and $200 (by the time I was done replacing the litter box, the cat carrier that he destroyed in a fit of rage, and the vet bills), he is back home and fine, and I am exhausted. But the letters are done, and off to my fellow editors.
Time for bed. No posting tomorrow - I have my treatment at 5 pm. Oh joy...
I thought he had a blockage, which can be life-threatening in a cat. Luckily, it turned out to just be a UTI, which is irritating, but not as deadly (especially since we caught it early). So, 2 hours and $200 (by the time I was done replacing the litter box, the cat carrier that he destroyed in a fit of rage, and the vet bills), he is back home and fine, and I am exhausted. But the letters are done, and off to my fellow editors.
Time for bed. No posting tomorrow - I have my treatment at 5 pm. Oh joy...
